Have I ever told you about my first cooking attempt? Actually, it’s wasn’t just myself alone, if it was, it would have been more embarrassing than it is. I was actually cooking with my sister.
Everything went down faster than we had imagined. You know how Muslim parents always have an event every weekend to attend. Yes, my parents were no exception. They were more like the guests of honor. Usually, my mom would prepare our meals very early in the morning so that when it was time for breakfast or lunch all we had to do was heat it up and eat.
I really don’t remember what happened that particular weekend but mom didn’t cook. Our elder brother was in charge of taking care of us , and he on the other hand didn’t know anything about cooking yet he assured our parents he will take good care of us.
It was time for lunch and we all sat there looking at his face. He then told us he didn’t know how to cook and since we were girls we should go and cook. That was how my sister and I decided to prepare spaghetti jollof. Long story short, our spaghetti jollof turned into spaghetti jollof soup because we kept so much water in the food. Talking about it now makes me laugh so much because our mom made fun of us and that was when my cooking journey started.
I’ve always been a good learner when given the right teacher. I’m a very curious person and I love to try my hands on new things and this makes learning a lot more easier for me. I believe that practice makes perfect and until you give something a try, you’d never know how much potential you have in you.
The first time I attempted to cook was a disaster but today, people eat my food and they enjoy it. I can boldly say that I love cooking and I might even qualify as a chef even though I don’t have a certificate for it. If you don’t believe me just ask @yahuzah.😅 Initially, I thought cooking was a huge tasks but once I started opening up and getting more involved, I started to find my way around it very quickly and now I can’t even go a day without cooking.
As I said, not everything is as easy as it looks and I have experienced this first hand. I’ve been a student for so many years but little did I know how much stress my teachers went through. Believe me when I tell you teaching has to be the most tedious job ever. Even though I deal with mature students, they are even the worst to deal with. When I started my current job I thought it was going to be all roses and shit but guess what? It wasn’t.
For the first week I had no idea what was going on and I would always as questions here and there until
I felt my colleagues at work were fed up of me. That didn’t deter me from learning from them. For me, I don’t feel shy to learn from others. Why should
I be shy about something I don’t know. I kept on asking questions at any given opportunity until
I found my feet.
Two weeks into starting work, I was already handlings students and it wasn’t that bad. I was still learning and I wasn’t too hard on myself. Now, I am able to do all of those stuff I didn’t once know of and I’m proud of myself for that. Even though I’m not perfect at teaching yet, I know that I do my best which I totally not bad at all.
Comparing these two instances of how I learnt how to cook quickly and how it took time for me to find my way around teaching, I think it all had to do with the teachers I had in each aspect. As I said, I’m an excellent student, only with the right teacher. My mom has to be the best of teacher when it comes to cooking. She takes her time to take you through the whole process and also gives you the opportunity to practice.
At work on the other hand, no one was there to spoonfeed me. I was just expected to know everything like it was magic. The work space isn’t a place to whine about what you can’t do. You need to boss up and learn and that’s just what I did because I know I am capable.
You don't learn to walk by following rules. You learn by doing, and by falling over. — Richard Branson
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